By nearly all accounts, today’s release of 21 Jump Street will be met with nothing short of cinematic rapture when comedy fans finally get to see Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum assume the baby-faced narc mantle of Johnny Depp, Peter DeLuise, and Richard Grieco. (I suppose we could and/or should also mention Dustin Nguyen, Holly Robinson Peete, and Captain “Too Lazy to IMDb His Name” Fuller, but we’re not trying to be completist here. The Big Three are the Big Three.) And though we don’t feel it necessary to run down the entire call sheet, we do think it’s appropriate, nay, crucial, that we all spend the next 45 or so minutes watching the original Jump Street pilot. (Fine, bookmark it and come back to it between rounds of the tournament.) If the exquisitely ’80s theme song — they really don’t make ’em like that anymore, and the world is worse for it — doesn’t immediately hook you, wait until about the two-minute mark, when Angry Jermaine Jackson and Evil Dwyane Wayne arrive, with a shotgun, to collect money from a kid who isn’t Wil Wheaton, but should be. (Then they drive off in some pretty nice cars. The suburban drug-slinging game was crazy profitable in 1987.)

So let’s all press play and find a place where we belong, where we don’t have to stand alone. Where we’ll never let you fall, and don’t need permission to decide what we believe. Let’s jump, down on Jump Street. (Fine, on Monday, basketball, whatever.)